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It was then decided to bring down the log, and pry the rocks away, and late as it was this was done, and they scooped up the loose golden pieces and put them in their pockets. "It's a fine lot o' money," was the comment of Hollbrook, the sailor. "Wish some o' it was mine." "You shall be well paid for your work, Hollbrook," answered Mr. Rover. "Only stick by us and help us to get this to safety."

The fishing lines were wound up, and without delay Songbird presented himself to Asa Carey. He and the others had agreed to say nothing to the mate about what Dora had over heard. "Mr. Carey, I wish to go ashore," he said. "Can I have Hollbrook row me to the beach?" "Go ashore?" growled the mate. "I didn't know anybody else was going." "Well, I've just made up my mind to go.

But she is under charter to Mr. Rover, and Mr. Rover told me to use a small boat whenever I pleased," answered Songbird sharply. "If you refuse to let me have a boat say so." "Oh, I er I didn't say that," stammered the mate. "If you want to go do so. But I don't know if Hollbrook can get you through the reef in safety or not."

Of this race a gentleman from Cedarville, named Mr. Richards, was to be the starter and judge. The course was a short mile, down the lake and back again. The Pornell boys to enter were named Gray, Wardham, Gussy, and De Long. The contestants from Putnam Hall were Tom Rover, Fred Garrison, Tubbs, and a lad named Hollbrook. "Are you ready?" asked Mr.

"John Powell has 83. "William Merrick has 76. "Walter Durham has 71. "Thomas Rover has 68. "George Granbury has 51. "Raymond Hollbrook has 43. "The next highest cadet has 38.

"I want to see the captain and it is possible we may want to get back to the steam yacht in a hurry." "Oh! All right, sir." "While I am gone watch the Rainbow and if she should steam away any great distance call me." "Why, I thought orders were for us to remain near the reef," cried Hollbrook. "So they were, but Mr. Carey is in command now."

He was thinking of Dora and her mother and the Lanings. As quickly as possible they dashed along to the sandy beach. Hollbrook was still calling for Songbird. "The yacht is steaming away!" he announced. "She is standing to the eastward." Captain Barforth gave a look and something like a groan escaped him.

Can Hollbrook take me in one of the small boats?" "Why didn't you go when Captain Barforth went?" "I didn't think of it then." "I don't know that I can spare Hollbrook," grumbled the mate. He was eyeing Songbird in a suspicious manner. "He doesn't seem to be doing anything just now." "Say, who is running this vessel, you or I?" cried Asa Carey. "Captain Barforth is running her.

In a few minutes Songbird and the sailor were over the side of the Rainbow. Hollbrook could pull a long, telling stroke, and under his guidance the craft soon shot through the opening in the reef and glided safely into the bay. "I am glad to put foot on shore," said the sailor, as he leaped out on the sand. "I want you to remain near the boat," said Songbird.

"Hollbrook, come along. If everything is all right, we'll send two rockets up or fire the cannon twice. Then you had better bring the treasure on board without delay." This was agreed to, and in a moment more the captain and his man were afloat and rowing toward the opening of the reef with all their might. Those left behind waited anxiously for what might follow.